Half Gone

In a land where post-apocalyptic survival has resolved in the whole world being split into wasteland communities, unity and friendships have become vital in order to defend against the zombie like creature that now thrive in the conditions. But what happens when this un-explainable species begin to evolve? Who will be able to survive for the longest?

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In a land where post-apocalyptic survival has resolved in the whole world being split into wasteland communities, unity and friendships have become vital in order to defend against the zombie like creature that now thrive in the conditions. But what happens when this un-explainable species begin to evolve? Who will be able to survive for the longest?

 

As Wendy opened her heavy eyelids and rolled over she heard a sharp cracking noise. Squinting around her dark surroundings with bleary eyes, she rolled over and heard the noise again. A sharp crack, as if someone where hitting two stones together repeatedly. “Hello?” she called out into the darkness wearily. She couldn’t remember where she was or how she’d gotten there. But all she cared about was that she was all alone in the ideal living conditions of a half-dead. As she dragged herself into a standing position and realised how low the ceiling of her environment was, she noticed that her back was wet. Not the cold clammy wet that would have made Wendy presume she had been out in the rain; but a warm, thick wetness that had her immediately check her body for injuries that could produce the amount of blood she could feel.

After checking herself thoroughly with a pair of fumbling, shaky hands; Wendy realised that it couldn’t be her blood, due to the fact that if a person had lost that much blood, they were bound to be in crippling pain.  As she walked onwards in the dark, the smell of stagnant water both lifted and lessened her spirits. The water meant that it was possible it was indeed water on her back. However the water also meant that the chances of meeting a half-dead was at least twice as likely.

Finally, after what seemed like a whole day later, Wendy saw a light. Ahead of her was a small slither of silver light cutting across her path. As she drew closer, she ran her fingers along the wall and up to where the light was protruding. The gap appeared to be made to allow air to flow into and out of the system of tunnels she had found herself wandering so blindly since her awakening. “Hello? Can anyone hear me?” she called out, pressing her lips to the crack and hearing her voice echo all around her. She paused before speaking again; “Please help me! I don’t know how I got here but I’m alive!” she pleaded to the empty surroundings. There was another empty pause before she pressed her eye to the crack. “Mummy look! I can see it!” Wendy started. How come the child hadn’t answered her pleas?
“Oh look John” the mother’s voice sounded “Such a young one as well...” Wendy stared frantically out of the gap and shouted for help once more. Even if the child didn’t realise the danger she was in, surely the adults would. “Look mummy! It’s shouting at something!” the child giggled happily. There was another silent pause whilst Wendy listened in vain for the source of the child’s amusement. “Come along girls, I don’t care if it’s in the caverns or not. That thing is dangerous.” A man that must have been the child’s father announced.

Wendy was frozen still. She was in a cavern. What if the ‘dangerous’ creature was there somewhere too?

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